Disclaimer: Sorry guys, I don't own Death Note. It belongs to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata. I also don't own the line "It's not wise to play with hearts, Miss. Amane." That belongs to The Music Woman, who wrote "Foul Play". CHECK IT OUT!
F*CK. MY. LIFE.
Does Misa despise me or something?
It seems quite so, considering that she comes to the Headquarters every day, only to look seductively breath taking, walks so close to my chair, brushes her hands against my hair, only to fawn over Raito.
"RAITO! Let's go on a date!" Yep. She hates me. Stupid, stupid, sweet Misa.
"I can't Misa, I'm working."
I don't get Raito. If Misa was mine, I'd treat her like the goddess she is. Normally, I'd say something, but I want to watch how this plays out.
"Raito acts like he doesn't love Misa anymore!"
He sighed. "Misa, I do. I just need to focus." Liar.
"Raito has been working to long! Misa wants to go out on a date!"
"Mi-
"MISA WANTS TO GO ON A DATE!" (A/N: I know, it seems a bit OOC for her to say this.)
"MISA." He slapped her. That mendacious, filthy, son of a b*tch.
"You know Raito; you didn't have to slap her." It's really hard to feign not caring about what happened, when I really want to punch him in the eye.
The goddess started weeping. "M-Maybe Misa w-will…S-she'll…"
"You'll what?"
"MAYBE MISA WILL DATE RYUZAKI INSTEAD!"
Then she ran away.
Sigh. It's not wise to play with hearts, Miss. Amane.
(A/N: I know L seems a bit OOC, but hey, it makes it more fun. Review if you liked it. Review if you didn't like it. Review if you want me to shut up.)